You Are Not Qualified to Represent Earth

"ROOOOAR!!!"

Accompanied by the Hulk's roar, the narrow door was instantly torn apart.

The metal walls and door, over half a meter thick, emitted sounds from the tearing alone that made the Hydra agents extremely uncomfortable!

Sitwell covered his ears with difficulty, quickly finding a safe place to hide before the Hulk fully burst out.

As for the other Hydra agents, they lined up one by one in formation, beginning to lure the Hulk.

The Hulk finally squeezed his massive body out of the room, and a sonic grenade slammed into his head right after.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had run countless simulated attacks on the Hulk; they knew what weapons would have what effect on him.

The Hulk was nearly immune to most damage, but he still reacted to sound.

Physical attacks and elemental attacks were especially ineffective.

But with sonic weapons, even if they couldn't kill the Hulk, they would make him furious and in pain!

Boom!

Buzzzzz~~~

Chaotic noise exploded right by the Hulk's ears, and his already bloodshot eyes turned even redder!

"ROOOAR, Hulk~~is very angry!!!"

Bang!

His massive body slammed directly into the corridor wall, shattering the poor wall instantly.

He didn't follow the path the Hydra agents had planned at all; instead, he smashed straight through walls, charging into some unknown place.

That was awkward...

Watching the Hulk vent his destructive rage along the walls, the Hydra agents thanked God and breathed a sigh of relief.

They looked at each other...

Finally, someone with a sense of responsibility spoke up.

"Emmm, that's it, the monster's out anyway!"

"Right, we don't need to do anything else; every time the Hulk shows up, he wreaks havoc for at least a dozen hours!"

"So... we..."

"Let's go see off our good colleague; these years have been too hard on him, being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent among us!"

"Yeah, haha, let's go!"

And so, the Hydra agents in charge of the Hulk were ecstatic—they had survived!

Meanwhile, in Tony Stark's lab.

He was developing his armor, aiming to make it easy to wear while ensuring its material and combat capability.

The discovery of the new element had greatly boosted his energy supply, so he could afford to add some weight to the armor, which sparked many new ideas.

In his mind, his armor should at least be able to fly to him from a distance and automatically equip itself.

Maybe auto-combat would take a while to crack, but auto-flight...

He thought it over, then shook his head.

"Auto-flight is a bit tough; I need some inspiration. If I don't require the armor's flight posture first, could I make it shaped like a missile?"

With that thought, his heart lifted—he seemed to have found a spark.

So he called up the console and quickly rewrote the parameters for the new armor.

As he worked, Tony felt an endless stream of inspiration, as if every flick of his finger spawned a new idea.

How to fold the armor plates, how to set up infrared, how to calibrate the autonomous flight system, how to extend the suit for equipping.

Ideas flowed like a comet across the sky; at this moment, Tony felt better than an orgasm!

But he hadn't even enjoyed it for three minutes...

The comet turned into a meteor, vanishing in a flash.

Trust me, it wasn't because he was too fast—he was genuinely interrupted!

He actually heard the sound of a bomb exploding!

Boom!

Bang!

Clatter~~~.

The noise was faint but very distinct.

Tony immediately called J.A.R.V.I.S., asking him to display the bomb's location.

In just a moment, without even wiping the oil from his hands, Tony rushed into the armor.

In a flash, Iron Man arrived!

The red-and-gold armor streaked across the sky, and Tony clearly saw the flames erupting from the Three-Winged Building.

"What the hell is going on here???"

He couldn't wrap his head around it—the Three-Winged Building was one of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most important bases. Had it really been invaded?

"Wasn't Captain America supposed to go after the Purple Man tonight? So what happened?

Is the Purple Man really that tough? Not only did he not lose, but he's counterattacking S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Tony speculated as he flew toward the Three-Winged Building.

Mid-flight, he ordered J.A.R.V.I.S. to hack into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal communications.

A moment later, the Captain's voice finally came through Tony's earpiece...

He had to admit, no matter how much he ran his mouth, he still respected Captain Rogers the most.

That was obvious from the fact that he patched into Rogers's comm first.

Through the earpiece, Tony heard chaotic but continuous gunfire, the thud of fists hitting flesh, and the grunts of men and women mixed together...

This feeling...

"Ahem, Steve, what's going on? Why is there an explosion at the Three-Winged Building?"

"Fuck!"

Rogers was startled by the sudden voice in his ear, then quickly snapped back to reality.

"Is that you, Tony? Damn it, Hydra is hiding inside S.H.I.E.L.D.! We need backup!"

"Huh? Did you just curse? Does the Captain actually curse?"

"Now's not the time for that, Tony!"

Captain America's tone was especially exasperated. As he shouted, he slammed his shield into a Hydra Agent in front of him, pinning him to the ground.

After landing two more punches to the face, the Captain took a moment to call out to Tony.

"You've got the aerial advantage. How about you go support wherever you think needs it most?"

"No problem, but are you sure I don't need to back you up first, Captain?"

"I can still hold things together, but I don't know what's happening at the Three-Winged Building right now. Maybe—"

"Wait, I know exactly where I'm needed most. Damn it, the Hulk just showed up!!!"

Tony cut the Captain off, and the comm went dead instantly.

It wasn't that Tony couldn't keep the line open during a fight, but...

He knew he was about to get wrecked by the Hulk.

And he didn't want anyone hearing him scream!!!

When the Captain learned the Hulk had appeared, the worry on his face was indescribable.

He hurled his shield with sudden force, and the ordinary round disc ricocheted off one enemy, then another, knocking over three more in rapid succession!

"Barton, Melinda, I'm leaving this to you. I need to get downstairs and check things out.

And wrap this up fast—the Three-Winged Building needs backup!"

"You got it, Captain!"

Barton nodded knowingly, simultaneously driving an arrow into a hostile agent.

Seeing that, the Captain wasn't entirely reassured. He rushed to the window, raised his shield, and leaped out.

Thud!

He landed easily—four stories was nothing to him.

But when he saw the carnage outside the apartment building, he could only regret bringing so many people on this mission.

If there weren't over a hundred agents on site, they wouldn't have been stuck fighting this long!

Worse still, as a rookie who'd only been involved in S.H.I.E.L.D. operations for less than a week, he couldn't even tell which of the two groups downstairs was Hydra!

Luckily, he quickly spotted Coulson, someone he knew well.

So he braved the gunfire and sprinted to Coulson's side.

The moment Coulson, who was constantly dodging suppressive fire, saw the Captain...

The Captain felt like he saw love in Coulson's eyes...

Coulson grabbed the Captain's hand.

"Captain Rogers, I'm sorry S.H.I.E.L.D. has fallen into such a mess."

"Seventy years ago, I was fighting Hydra. I never thought I'd be fighting them again seventy years later. What has S.H.I.E.L.D. been doing all this time? Where's Nick Fury?

Why hasn't any order come down? Is he part of Hydra too? Doesn't he understand that we have to unite everyone who isn't Hydra if we want any chance of surviving this disaster?"

Captain America's words were thunderous, but that was precisely what puzzled Coulson the most.

He wiped the sweat from his brow and forehead vigorously before chiming in with his own question.

"Yeah, where's the Director? What's he doing that leaves us fighting on our own?!"

On the moon, in the Skrull refugee camp, Nick Fury stared grimly at Talos.

Five minutes ago, this damned old friend had effectively placed him under house arrest!

And right now, Talos was still explaining himself to Nick Fury.

"Nick, I'm sorry your agency has such a terrible problem. Who would've thought Hydra was hiding right among you?"

As he spoke, Talos refilled Nick Fury's glass.

Nick took the glass, downed it in one gulp, then said coldly to Talos.

"Yes, I've failed as Director, but I still have a chance to make things right! S.H.I.E.L.D. has countless agents loyal to their duty—they'll be my best allies, as long as I can get my orders to them in time!"

With that, Nick slammed his hand hard on the table made of unknown metal.

"Talos, connect me to the satellite signal. You know I need that!"

"But I really can't, Nick. This is the moon—no signal reaches here. Sorry."

"Then how did you receive my earlier transmissions? And what about these videos we're watching from your people's perspective?!"

"That's a different method, only works with fixed receivers. You know what 'fixed' means, right? Pre-arranged, set up in advance!"

Hearing Talos's excuses, Nick was furious.

But he didn't dare pull a gun on this bastard, because he still needed Talos's help!

He sighed in frustration, thought for a moment, then reached for the bottle and refilled both their glasses.

He raised his glass and clinked it with Talos's.

"We've been friends for over thirty years, Talos. I cherish this friendship!"

"I cherish it too, which is why I worry about your safety more than you do. Rest assured, Nick, no one can hurt you here on the moon. Trust me!"

"But you know that's not what I fucking need!!!"

Nick Fury finally lost control. His best friend—one of only two friends—had betrayed him!

"Talos, for the sake of thirty years of knowing each other, send me back to Earth!" Nick Fury made one last plea.

"Think of Carol. Think of the Flerken, that orange cat. Think of the battles we fought together, Talos. Think hard!"

At that, Talos's expression soured slightly.

Yeah, Carol. Captain Marvel. The Supreme Nova.

That was a real problem...

So, faced with the choice between Captain Marvel and Superman, which one should he pick?

Click...

The door opened. Both men, lost in thought, turned to look.

A Skrull walked in, escorting a bound Agent Hill, his face dark.

"Leader, this human tried to steal our ship!"

Bam!!!

Talos made his decision in an instant. It clicked.

He waved at his people.

"Lock them up separately in our storage!"

After giving the order, ignoring Nick Fury's terrifyingly dark face, Talos said one last thing.

"Nick, we are friends, but they are my people. Earth won't let them return alive, and I refuse to let them die like that."

"So you'd trade Earth's friendship for these two of your people, Talos?!"

Nick's roar nearly shook the ceiling, but Talos's expression didn't waver.

He smiled as always and said, "Those are the best two of my remaining one hundred and thirty-three people. Besides, you and your shattered S.H.I.E.L.D. can't truly represent Earth."

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